This is the formidable aspect of an Energy Transformation Master.
Yang Fei could rely on his Heavenly Net Step and combat a Dark Energy Master.
But in front of Eldest Senior Brother, he couldn't even get his hands up.
Eldest Senior Brother, with a face as still as water, walked towards Yang Fei, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
Yang Fei was panting slightly but didn't concede defeat.
His body crouched on the ground, back arched like a cheetah ready to unleash a Thunder Strike at any moment.
A true man should dare to draw his sword, to fight gloriously even in the face of certain defeat, until the sun and the moon shine no more.
Without a doubt, Yang Fei was a real man.
In Eldest Senior Brother's cold eyes, a look of appreciation appeared.
However, the killing intent on his face did not diminish.
This bastard had insulted Huang Da, insulted Xuan Ying Pavilion.
This shame could only be cleansed with blood.
Eldest Senior Brother even forgot his mission to search for the Sacred Object.
At that instant, all he wanted was to carry out a bloodbath.
Just then, a barely perceptible figure flitted past Eldest Senior Brother's back.
A bone-chilling, yet faintly discernible murderous aura sent shivers down Eldest Senior Brother's spine.
At the same time, an incomparable sense of crisis emanated from deep within his heart.
Eldest Senior Brother was struck with alarm and quickly turned around.
Behind him, there was nothing but empty space.
Eldest Senior Brother's pupils contracted, his mind on high alert.
An opponent that could induce a sense of crisis was surely an Energy Transformation Master.
And given the secretive nature of this presence, the person must be skilled in stealth and hiding their form.
Generally, in the Underworld, there's only one kind of person that fits this description.
Assassin!
Almost in an instant, Eldest Senior Brother deduced the identity of his assailant.
In his heart, fear took on a shivering form.
An assassin beyond the Energy Transformation Realm has almost double the lethality and danger of an equally ranked master.
At that moment, a flicker of silver light cascaded from above the cage, fanning out towards Eldest Senior Brother.
At the same time, the figure of a petite and graceful shadow flashed by.
This round of attack was incredibly sudden and eerie.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, no one could locate the hiding place of the assassin.
Eldest Senior Brother was taken aback, feeling a chill atop his head as his long, severed hair flew about chaotically.
His scalp and the skin on his face felt as if they were studded with tiny bumps, frozen by the assassin's piercing killing intent.
Even the chill of the sword edge seemed to have seeped into his capillaries.
In his life, Eldest Senior Brother had never encountered such a dangerous foe.
He crouched low to dodge, rolling away in a lazy tumble, finally evading the chilling embrace of the sword edge.
Eldest Senior Brother was panting heavily, looking up towards the top of the cage.
But looking up, the top of the cage was empty, with not even a ghostly shadow in sight.
Eldest Senior Brother's sweat turned cold, his pupils constricting like needles.
He was on full alert, slowly squatting to pick up a steel pipe.
Facing off against a Transform Energy Assassin without a weapon in hand was tantamount to suicide.
Just then, a noticeable dark shadow quivered beneath the ground.
Suddenly, the shadow surged, and a linear black shadow, like a Spirit Snake, lunged forward.
Eldest Senior Brother looked up in shock, the steel pipe in his hand moving lightning-fast to block over his head.
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing rang out, exceedingly clear.
Only now did everyone barely glimpse a graceful and beautiful figure above the cage.
The weapon in her hand was like a Soft Sword or a rope dart, slender and long, yet it carried incomparable force.
That weapon struck the steel pipe and immediately coiled around it, winding twice.
An enormous force erupted outward, yanking fiercely.
Eldest Senior Brother instinctively braced himself to stabilize it.
At this moment, he had clearly seen the weapon, which was a crystal-clear, gleaming soft sword.
The soft sword was only as wide as a finger, its edge as white as snow, and the tip resembled the forked tongue of a venomous snake.
The soft sword and the steel pipe were entwined together, the assassin on the cage, and Eldest Senior Brother firmly grasping, the soft sword stretched taut.
Just then, Yang Fei, who had been coiled like a spring, pounced forward like a cheetah.
This guy didn't care for the consequences, his first move was a "Monkey Steals Peach".
With this move, he used every bit of his strength, a full twelve out of ten.
Ah!
Eldest Senior Brother screamed in agony, his stern and menacing face contorted with pain.
He bent over in pain and had no choice but to release the steel pipe.
The shining, silver soft sword flicked the steel pipe away.
The entire soft sword, like a venomous snake spitting, shook straight and stabbed towards Eldest Senior Brother's throat.
Thud!
A strange noise was heard as the soft sword pierced through Eldest Senior Brother's throat and came out the back of his neck.
A large spray of blood scattered on the steel bars of the cage behind Eldest Senior Brother.
Swish!
The soft sword, swift as a Spirit Snake, retracted.
Above the cage, the slender and graceful silhouette flashed, then vanished without a trace.
Inside the cage, Eldest Senior Brother clutched his own neck, making gurgling noises in his throat.
His eyes bulged out like those of a dead fish. He circled around inside the cage and finally slumped onto the platform.
A large amount of blood poured from Eldest Senior Brother's throat, staining the cement floor of the ring blood red.
He was dead, his eyes wide open, dying with resentment.
Yang Fei was stunned, disbelieving as he looked at his own left hand.
Because of his own "Monkey Steals Peach" move, the previously invincible Eldest Senior Brother was just dead?
The events unfolded bizarrely and incredibly, as if in a dream.
The entire audience was dumbfounded.
Deaths were common in the ring.
The underworld of black fist fights is inherently violent and bloody.
But who could have imagined that an Energy Transformation Master would just die in the ring like that!
The entire venue fell silent.
"Eldest Senior Brother!"
Finally, Huang Da snapped out of his grief and disbelief.
With a mournful howl, he rushed into the cage, lifting up the corpse of Eldest Senior Brother.
He knelt on the ground, repeatedly shaking the lifeless body of Eldest Senior Brother.
One minute later, Huang Da confirmed that Eldest Senior Brother was indeed dead.
His face was ashen, his eyes glaring at Yang Fei, filled with unparalleled hatred and bitterness.
"You dare... You murdered Eldest Senior Brother."
"The entire Xuan Ying Pavilion will never let you go," Huang Da said.
After speaking, Huang Da, carrying the body of Eldest Senior Brother, staggered out of the cage, rushing out of the fight venue.
Seeing his frantic state, no one dared to stop him.
Yang Fei kept staring at his own left hand in a daze.
He had not expected that his "Monkey Steals Peach" would indirectly have killed Eldest Senior Brother.
Thinking of the ruthlessness and ferocity of the assassin, Yang Fei felt a chill in his heart.
Who could it be, not afraid of offending Xuan Ying Pavilion, yet determined to eliminate Eldest Senior Brother?
Mad Blade, Fan Yi, and the others had not anticipated this sudden shift either.
Until Huang Da left the fight venue, they all remained in a state of shock.
Yang Fei was the first to regain his composure.
Whether it was the mysterious assassin or the dead Eldest Senior Brother.
They were both figures too strong for Yang Fei to resist or understand at the moment.
For such supreme masters, it was only sensible to hold them in awe and keep a respectful distance, for that was the Tao of survival.
As for Xuan Ying Pavilion's retaliation, that would be a matter for the future.
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